It happened again. It was following me as I was walking around my house before bed. With the toothbrush stuck in my mouth, I waddled up to the bathroom to finish off, not wanting my girlfriend to wait to long for me to return. When I did, she was sat there looking intensely at the TV as she played her game. She snuck a small glance at me before smiling, I plopped my things down and proceeded to move in. Sighing, I laid beside her. "What's wrong?" She asked. "Just feeling... eh." I responded. She frowned but continued to play. It didn't return, not until time passed and we turnes off the TV and light. And there it was, watching me. Feeding off of my fear until I grew more and more fatigued. "Please stop." I whimpered. My beautiful girlfriend didn't hear my schizophrenic beckoning. I ran to the comfort of my bed and her arms, she clamped around me like a shield to protect me from the world but her arms cannot cover my exposed skin. What if it swallows me whole from my feet? What if it crawls into my ears or nostrils? What if it pierces my in the eyes or tears off my lips? I shut my eyes tightly, I believe it is not there since she cannot see it either.
A small snoring comes from beside me, she fell asleep and her arms are a little looser around me now. "Anna." It states to me, "It is not the end.". But of course it is. I can choose to stop this. You must get out of my head. "I must not. You have no control. Schizo-freak." It insulted me. "Please don't take me alive." I begged. "Alive?" It scoffed, "you are merely a living thing. Didn't you die on the 13th of November in the year 2015?". No... but how? How could it know that..? "Do not take me back to that day!" I resisted.
"What a night that was... the moment you shoved those pills down. The moment you cut your flesh. The moment you gulped that water and became drowsy. You remember how that felt? As if you was drunk? But such a young girl was sober. And you was dying. As you tied that noos-".
"STOP!" I cried out. I threw my body up, dislodging my Queen's arms from me. "Mmhg... what's wrong?" She asked. "Bad dream." I replied as I slumped back down. No.. just a dream. Just a dream. I'm okay... I bit my lip thinking of those memories. "Am I dead?" I asked myself.
